C395 A Pale Golden Snake
A clear sound of a car horn rang out from the road outside the park. Fatty subconsciously raised his head to look and heard a familiar muffled groan not far behind him.
Fatty, who was holding onto a gun with both hands, suddenly turned around to look. His companion, the tall and thin stripe, had already disappeared.
Fatty and Skinny Tall had been working happily together for many years
